you were prob on it sw
over to you stattos
I went with my dad, my mate from down the street and my Scouse Uncle from Huyton.....a Liverpool fan. We parked up somewhere the other side of Stanley Park and walked through, wearing red and white and a scarf around the wrist as was the fashion in the day. We attracted much attention but thanks to my no nonsense gruff uncle nothing came of it.
After we scored a couple of brown cider bottles flew out of the Glawdys Street end in the direction of Peter Eales in goal. Their mood didn't improve when John Connolly went of with a broken leg.
Coming out the Liverpool fans were arriving to take the pi55 out of Everton and started singing "Altrincham" Kenny was near us and joined in. Some Evertonian asked Kenny who the F we are and he said we come from just down the road from Old Trafford! It got a bit tasty but thanksto the Liverpool fans (and my Uncle's local knowledge of the area, we got out and away and back to the car, still being carefully minded by the three nine year olds who had asked to watch it for 50p.
The replay was a bit of an anti-climax to me, stood on what was then the United Rd Paddock. Overall though what an occasion, the real beginning of the great times I think.
Same night as said, Wimbledon had already won at Burnley and somehow stole our thunder.....first time of several.....and I'm sure Stafford got some kind of result against Middlesbrough if my memory isn't totally dead?